Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.